See me at my desk, rested and well dressed
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Always there on time
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Funny how the clock that i used to watch
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Now never seems to mind
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Tried hard to collect interest and respect
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By cutting out some things i thought didn't matter
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Turned all of my whines into "doing fines"
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It saves me so much time
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I'm stuck in a square, becoming one too
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Three stories above i hear there's a view
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Long way to the ground
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But i'll probably stick around
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Now i've got a view
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Miles to the ocean
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But i can't see you and maintain devotion
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I wish i could say, "i'll be there"
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And slowly the stories start to unbind
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And tell me the years spent never were mine
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I'm always to owe a debt to my heart
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Unless i can find a way to restart and take control
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Slowly the edge gets closer to you
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You've got the most space with the greatest of views
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You've paid off the debt you owe to your heart
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You've paid off the debt, now go and restart
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Restart
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Ozma |